Soiled

Watch out In the garden. Earth cold- The soil is Hard And The only flowers That bloomed Are oopsie daisies -Ive plucked too many, already- Waiting on rain clouds When there Isnt any Above- Neglect to weed and There goes the love; Your garden is dying The fertilizer Aint trying To boost the Yield of blooms -ya tried for flowers But got ragweed and mushrooms; a fungus~ Rot, a note of Decay- you forgot To speak And now there's Nothing to say. Branches branching out Cloaking hemlock in shade significance contained in grass by the blade. The branches Will wither And you’ll Be there When they break And back you'll brush Leaves, and the twigs You will take. Re-Clear the Earth of sticks And stones To stop hard Feelings And set broken Bones- She dont like Your emotions? Then she'll fake her own, So Down down down Twirlin like oak seeds And whirlybirds Losing meaning In poems and Carefully Pre-chosen words. Spinning Outta control- Life is spiralin' Fallin' in love Has finally Gone viral and You show it, In the way the Leaves get spotted With brown, black, or Dark green; I saw Jesus in pansies, Tell me: what does that mean; See with, Blood close to clotted In the heart; I’m afraid to stop Waterin' when you’re scared To start; Life contained In a personal Nature Is more complex than it seems Like trinomial nomenclature It’s a big Responsibility, Having life all your own You wont get to relax till every plant is full grown. Wither, whether you weather The weather with Your plant life or not, True dedication Is more than a sun burn and a sunspot. -freckles- Dotting the bridge of Your pretty nose It’s the dirt under Your fingernails And- what else? Well who knows?! The sunlight's too harsh And the rain barely comes And I forgot Paint For the mock green Of my thumb. I Don’t feel bad for the roses I left out on your bed, You had the thorns And stuck me instead -Droppin- Flower petals, Cast out in the Dirt; Seems ironic for Game pieces You use when you're hurt. She loves me- now not. …and She loves me once more, So indecisive, she acts like a- GIRL, confused- Can’t make up her mind, If I am her future or Its time to leave me behind. Petals Like love So pretty, fragile Frail, and bright You thought the game was stupid …and hell, you were right. See, Its not worth Sweating to Dig up furrows of grass If in its place you Do nothing- You’re better off on your COUCH; Watching documentaries And movies With fresh Vegetation - better off just To watch Than embrace the Frustration. Imagine- just if- Dandelions went away And the bees kept On buzz buzz buzzing OK! with the fact That you aren't there To sting- Youre both in it Together when Flowers are Everything. See- life isnt hard when the tomatoes Are plump But ya gotta be willing To pull weeds and Dig up the stump Left over from Owners prior, Careless, wretched, Toxic and vile, while Letting grass over Grow and Bushes grow dense And it gets hard to see The neighbor's white Picket fence They erected to Keep out the monstrosity That had overgrown But the flowers are worth seeing ...if only they'd known.